Car accident when I was seventeen.
I wasn’t in it. Two guys I knew. They were rippin’ up and down the back roads, middle of the night, and head-on’d into another car doing at least fifty.
The two guys in question were brothers. Older brother was driving, and died instantly, as did the other driver. The younger brother died while being airlifted to a hospital.
Over the course of that week, it sank in that I was never going to see either of these guys again. Older Brother’s girlfriend was my lab partner, and she was utterly beside herself at the funeral. The boys had been very popular, lots of friends, and their sudden closed-casket funeral cast a LOT of ripples around the community. They left a big hole that was a long time in closing.
I decided that maybe driving around with a beer in my hand was a bad idea, after that.